There is nothing nicer than a personalized piece of correspondence. My Grandmother got me hooked on hand-written letters just as soon as I could spell my name with a pencil. After she passed, my aunts gave me boxes of letters I had sent to her from age 18 through 28. The extraordinary collection of crumpled letters and discolored post cards are a treasured journal of sorts. Around this time of year, it is especially fun to send and receive well wishes. I’m almost finished designing a holiday card for JBD, so if you are like me and last minute on the merry merriment of mail, consider these lovelies made by PostScript Brooklyn and sold at Park Slope’s Lion In The Sun.
Photos c/o Lion In The Sun